When Mr love once knocked on these doors
I opened them with creaking hesitancy
To eyes full of wrinkles and skin in shackles
You’ve come a generation late I said
In bespectacled smile of my toothless sing song
Tidy up your hair he said...
Cheer up that frown...
Let me take a look at that face grown so brown
With tenderness of the bud I unfurled
Into arms so soft..and wept in the rhapsody of
Love that came in an age too late...
The flowers had fallen, the leaves all but yellow...
The girl you grew in love and with love..misty eyed & creaking yet
And yet the birds they sing and rainbows they spring too in backyards old..
In eyes that dream of dreamers still
Some dreamers lie but tender still...
© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
Submitted to Jingle’s Thursday Rally Week 43: